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Lines Orchids Leaves Legacy on Walden

1/8/2020

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Recent controversy on the fate of the Lines Orchids property in Walden has been in the news. Exactly what and where is Lines Orchids and why did orchids come to be grown on Signal Mountain?
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Let’s start with the who. John Oliver Lines and his father, Oliver, reassembled two greenhouses they moved from Pennsylvania and established Lines Orchids on Taft Highway in 1947. John and his father were successful with their beautiful cattleyas, phaleanopsis and other varieties of orchids. The greenhouse shelves became stacked with silver trophies awarded to Lines Orchids internationally for its hybridizations. The Lines’ family business, later headed by Joan Lines McCandless and Scott McCandless, grew into a landmark.

As a young businessman and father, John had seen that the mountain population was dependent upon wells for water. This situation was not good for growing orchids, but, more importantly, it was not good for the health of his family and his neighbors. He understood that wells with privies nearby were not good for anyone.

Along with Dr. J. Livingston White, Sherman Paul and Henry Ireland, he worked to bring “city water” to the mountain. Together, they solicited subscriptions to everyone they could reach, and they founded the Walden’s Ridge Utility District (WRUD). They drilled new wells in the valley to tap a clean aquifer and bring fresh water to the ridge in the 1950s.

The Civic League, headquartered in what is now know as the Mountain Opry building, had been critically instrumental in solving the water situation. Formed in the Depression years, the Civic League helped farmers, laborers, merchants and landowners all come together for fellowship, education, medical aid, politics and entertainment. To help sustain the organization, John Lines took on the responsibility of leading the Civic League.

During the years when every woman felt incompletely dressed for important social occasions without an orchid corsage, John built a successful business and began to prosper financially. Always socially conscious, he and his wife, Gladys, wanted to give back. They contributed generously to their church, Signal Mountain Presbyterian, and donated the large rose window prominent in the sanctuary.

When the Town of Walden was formed in 1975, the boundary was to run along Taft Highway. John Lines asked that his property be included inside the town so that his business taxes would go toward sustaining the new little government. Today, a look at the tax map shows a bulge to the west of Taft Highway that neatly includes the Lines Orchids property.

John’s early involvement with WRUD made him acutely aware of the danger from fire to homes that relied only on wells. If a house caught fire, neighbors would all rush to help the family carry out their belongings. It was all a neighbor could do. Putting out a house fire was next to impossible. Walden’s Ridge Emergency Service was not yet in existence, but John Lines saw a need and gave the land where a new fire facility could be built. Today, WRES stands on that property and is now able to expand because of the legacy of John Lines. Also, not to be ignored by any means, is the fact that John O. Lines Jr. devoted the greater part of his life to serving as a volunteer with that same emergency service.

As Walden grew and folks began to talk about building a “real” town hall, John Lines gave the Town another piece of property. That land lies along Taft Highway between Fairmount Orchards and The Bread Basket. Though the Town Hall was eventually built in another location, the Lines’ gift is an asset that can still be used to the benefit of Walden.

As to the “why” and “how” of orchids on Signal Mountain, it all began with a 14-year-old boy working in a renowned greenhouse in England. Oliver Lines was fascinated by orchids. Today the Royal Horticultural Society registers 40,000 orchid types world-wide, more than any other plant species.

Oliver Lines was brought to the United States in 1910 at age 25 to grow orchids for the Cooley collection. In 1921, the American Orchid Society was formed, and young Oliver was made a trustee, a role he continued for 44 years. Oliver became known as “The Dean” of orchid growers soon after winning three gold medals at the New York World’s Fair in 1939. In 1945, the industry’s highest honor, the American Orchid Society’s gold medal for lifetime achievement, was presented to Oliver Lines.

Oliver moved from employer to employer, collection to collection, always hybridizing and improving the lines. During the Great Depression, he began selling his employer’s orchids commercially so the collection could survive difficult economic times. Oliver’s dogged perseverance kept the cultivars of century-old delicate roots alive. 

As a thank you for all of his hard work and success, Oliver was given two greenhouses and plants from the Cooley collection. It was those two greenhouses in Pennsylvania that John and Oliver reassembled on Signal Mountain because of their love of orchids.

All of us on Walden’s Ridge should be grateful to the legacy of Oliver and John Oliver Lines. We regret that Lines Orchids has left our mountain, and we wish them well in their new location.
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by Karen Stone
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New Plaque Honors Osmette Kadrie

1/8/2020

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We recently visited with our dear friend Osmette Kadrie to learn about the dedication of a bronze plaque designating a wonderful spot at Baylor School, the porch and breezeway outside the Student Center, in her honor. Very generous patrons of Baylor, the Kadrie family wished to name this popular gathering place on campus for Osmette, the mother and grandmother of Baylor grads and a loyal friend to the school. In addition to talking about her legacy at Baylor, we turned our conversation to Osmette’s decisions regarding her health, a topic of great concern to her family and friends.

On October 11, 2019, the family gathered to dedicate the plaque, which is mounted on a brick pillar in the breezeway and gleamed warmly in the bright autumn sun. Osmette, her husband, Hytham Kadrie, and their children and grandchildren, all Baylor grads, were in attendance. Their daughter Ismahen ’93; sons Karim ’95 and Tareck ’89, with his wife, Jill, and their two sons, Miles ’19 and Owen ’22 were at their alma mater, as well. Also, from Australia, where he is studying, Tareck and Jill’s older son Alec ’17 sent his love to his grandmother. Matt Lewis, of the Baylor administration, and his wife, Reese, who are very close friends of the Kadries’, also attended the dedication.

We can attest to Osmette’s faithfulness to Baylor because we carpooled their two sons and our two sons back and forth to the school for many years together, attending Grandparents’ Days, as well as athletic and cultural events.

As we reminisced about those days, we drifted into talking about Osmette’s struggles with cancer, which so sadly has now spread, despite two rounds of radiation. Speaking candidly about all this, Osmette, as beautiful and animated as ever, is at peace with her future.

An elegant woman of Lebanese background, Osmette grew up in Senegal (on the west coast of Africa) and met her husband Hytham, a Canadian, in Lebanon. They married and moved to Canada, where he was studying medicine, and then to Signal Mountain when he accepted a position as one of the first neurologists here.

Taking to life on Signal with enthusiasm, she and Hytham raised their family, participating in school activities and sports. The children enrolled one by one at Baylor, where they excelled at tennis, following in the footsteps of their athletic mom. Heartbreakingly, Michelle, an especially talented tennis player, was killed in a car accident when she was only 16, leaving a fissure in Osmette’s heart forever.  But there was also joy as Tareck, Ismahen, and Karim grew up, and especially when Tareck, also a neurologist, married wonderful Jill, and the couple had three sons: Alec, Miles, and Owen. Ismahen and Karim have careers they enjoy – she as a guidance counselor at Chattanooga Girls’ Leadership Academy, and he as an accountant with Coyote Logistics. They all live here, a wonderful blessing.

So here’s the spiral: In 2003, uterine cancer struck Osmette, and she underwent a total hysterectomy and radiation with a fighting spirit. She told the Mirror, “I thank God that I felt fine during those treatments and was able to babysit our grandsons.” After her treatments concluded, she began volunteering at the Cancer Center at Memorial Hospital, touching many lives with her spirited and loving personality.

Years went by, and in 2016, she started coughing a lot: The cancer had returned, this time in her right lung, which had to be removed. Osmette bounced back again, adjusting to sleeping upright to get her breath. With only one lung, she couldn’t walk upstairs and started sleeping in a comfortable chair on the first floor, with Hytham sleeping on a nearby sofa.

In 2017, Osmette began having back pain, and the CT scan revealed that the cancer had spread again to left lung and left abdomen. Unfortunately, the left abdominal lesion was too large for the radiation to cure. She decided to go ahead with radiation anyway to shrink the tumor, knowing that was not a cure. It helped the back pain, allowing her to spend time with her family and grandchildren.

Knowing that she had terminal cancer, Dr. Headrick suggested that hospice become involved in her care. When the word “hospice” was spoken, it was like a shockwave: Hytham turned white as a sheet, and Ismahen had to leave the room. But Osmette didn’t turn away from the idea – in fact, she embraced it.

In addition to her dread of more treatment, Osmette had seen firsthand the effects of prolonged chemo and radiation. Her years of volunteering at the Cancer Center at Memorial taught her how relentless treatments decimated patients, robbing them of their selfhood. She knew that this diminishing path wasn’t for her. “Volunteering at the Cancer Center taught me a lot,” she said ironically. Then, her brave outlook returning, she added, “Hospice doesn’t necessarily mean the end of life. It’s more of a preparation. I chose to go with Amedisys Hospice and have been satisfied.”  Hytham, Tareck, Jill,  Ismahen, Karim, and her grandsons lovingly support her decision to live the rest of her life with dignity.

How does she keep going? She endures with the love from her family and friends, of whom there are many from all walks of life. Too, through the pain of losing Michelle and then her illnesses, Osmette found herself growing closer to God and putting herself in His hands.

Osmette is a woman who makes an indelible impression. With her dramatic dark hair and eyes, eyes that now reflect acceptance and courage, she is of the highest character and generosity – generosity to Baylor School, the Cancer Center, and her many, many friends. Her grace despite her reality exemplifies the greatest strength a person can hope for.
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We love you so much, Osmette, and pray to deserve you as a friend.
By Anne Rittenberry
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To Cave or to Spelunk? That is the Question.

1/8/2020

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​One of Chattanooga’s best assets is its great outdoors. Some may argue that it is its best asset, especially in light of Outside magazine naming Chattanooga America’s best town ever to live, work and play in, not once but two times. Chattanooga was first bestowed the honor in 2011, then again in 2015, making the Scenic City the only city to ever win the title twice. Pretty nice endorsement, wouldn’t you say?

There is a plethora of outdoor adventure opportunity ideas in Chattanooga, from hiking to biking to climbing to paddling the Tennessee River or soaring high above the best town ever from a colorful hang glider. Have you considered a bird’s eye view of what makes Chattanooga the outdoor mecca that it is?

The possibilities of experiencing our town can seem endless, if not overwhelming, for the adventure seeker, much like the proverbial kid at the candy counter. Where to begin with all of the fantastic options? But what about the adventure option not so easily seen, the out-of-obvious-sight one, but the one that runs rampant throughout the region, often hidden in plain sight under the area’s varied vegetation and terrain, the option known as caving, or is it spelunking?

To understand why these terms are often used interchangeably, allowing for confusion, a vocabulary lesson is warranted. In the United States and Canada, caving refers to the recreational exploring of wild, usually non-commercialized, cave systems, while the term spelunking, in contrast, refers to the scientific exploration of wild, usually non-commercialized cave systems. Spelunking arises from the world of speleology, which is the scientific study of caves and the cave environment. So, if the goal were to explore a cave recreationally, the term caving would be the more appropriate term to use. If the goal is to scientifically study a cave, which usually results in some kind of formal publication as a result of the exploration, then the term spelunking is the more appropriate term choice. By the way, potholing is the British term for the sport of cave exploration.

Confused yet? No matter what term is used for cave exploration, be warned and don’t let the adjective recreational fool you into a false sense of comfort. Depending on the cave being visited, the challenges will be varied, from complete absence of light beyond the cave entrance to uneven and often quickly changing terrain, pitches, squeezes and water hazards. Caving is a specialized sport that requires training, attention to detail, preparedness and lots of practice with an experienced caver(s) before ever stepping foot into a wild, non-commercialized cave.

There are over 17,000 known caves in the southeastern United States, with upwards of 7,000 of those caves located within an hour’s drive of Chattanooga in the region known as TAG, the acronym for the tri-state area of Tennessee, Alabama and Georgia. Thanks to the unique geography along the western side of the Appalachian mountain range, a vast and varied network of caves has been created under the mountains; this cave system entices caving enthusiasts from near and far to experience some of nature’s coolest underground playgrounds.

And just how does this area’s geography give rise to such a preponderance of caves? Caves form as a result of water wearing away rock, but not just any rock will do. It has to be a rock type that dissolves in water. Some of the geological composition of the region is a combination of sandstone stacked on limestone. Sandstone does not dissolve in water, but limestone does, so eons ago, when water started rolling down the mountains, which are made of sandstone, it reached the cracks and crevices in the limestone mountain bed, and, as time went on, huge voids resulted as the limestone eroded away and cave systems appeared. Trivia tidbit, technically speaking: a cave is a space large enough for a human to enter, and is deeper than its opening is wide, so not all openings in the ground are caves, but all caves are openings in the ground!

Caving is a thrilling sport that offers a glimpse into the hidden world of extremes, a world cut off from the outside world, for the most part. Animals living in total darkness resemble creatures from the latest sci-fi movie, odd and amazing geological formations known as stalactites and stalagmites abound everywhere and mind-bogglingly enormous rooms, some of nature’s finest architecture, are just a few of the exotic discoveries afforded by caving. Some of the not so exotic findings, such as dilapidated moonshine stills, makeshift ladders and trash, are manmade, remnants of past explorers or dwellers in the hidden underworld. Many caves even have an historical significance. Case in point, Lookout Mountain Cave, aka Lookout Mountain Caverns, is the second longest cave known in Chattanooga and was once owned by Robert Cravens. During the Civil War, Cravens contracted with the Confederate Government and rented his cave to the Confederate Nitre and Mining Bureau, which mined saltpeter, a main ingredient in gunpowder (black powder) for delivery to the troops.

Caving is also a sport immune to bad weather. Temperature of the caves in the TAG region maintains a consistent 55 to 60 degrees, making it an excellent outdoor adventure on which to embark on those extremely hot, cold or yucky weather days. Caving can be a perfect activity for any weather.

If the thought of squeezing through tiny spaces in the dark takes your breath away, then caving may not be for you, but for those whose heart doesn’t skip a beat, here are two subspecialties of caving: vertical caving and cave diving. How’s your sympathetic nervous system holding up now with those visuals?

Chattanooga has numerous resources for the individual who is intrigued by the notion of adding caving to his or her repertoire of outdoor adventures skillset. For the inexperienced, guided cave tours at commercial caverns or through local outfitters are an excellent introduction to the world of caving and provide the gamut of experiences, from easy walks on wide walkways to getting down and dirty on a wild cave adventure.

No matter what you call it, exploring caves is a physically challenging, mind stimulating, visually rewarding heck of a good time. Now, the only question left to ask is, will you keep it nice and clean, or will you get down and dirty?
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by JD Harper is a local author, tour guide for Sweet Magnolia Tours, co-founder of Chattanooga Youth Gallery (CYG) and a physical therapist. Glint, her debut novel, is set in Chattanooga amid its rich Civil War history and rock climbing culture.
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